A   DREAM, 


AND 


OTHER     POEMS 


MISS  L.  F.  HACKETT. 


CHICAGO. 

1880. 


Printed  at  the 

Hantaffraph  Printing  Establishment, 
Bloomington,  lllinuK 


PS 


TO 

EARTH'S  WEARY   ONES, 

QJijis  1  tttU  Tolumt 

IS 

RESPECTFULLY  DEDICATED. 


Kind  Reader,  judge  not  my  book  austerely, 
Neither  criticise  it  too  severely ,' 
Cover  it  -with  the  mantle  of  Charity  merely, 
And  the  author  mill  lore  you  most  sincerely. 


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CONTENTS: 


PART    I. 


A  DREAM  .... 
A  HYMN        .... 
PRAYER     .... 
DESTINY        .... 
A  CALL  TO  MISSIONARY  WORK 
FROM  MY  GUARDIAN  SPIRIT   . 
LOOK  WITHIN 

RESIGNATION       .... 
EARTH'S  SORROWING  ONES 
PRAYER  UNDER  AFFLICTION  . 
INVOCATION     .... 
ANGEL  WHISPERS 


CHRISTMAS    .... 
MY  BLOSSOM    . 

AFTER  THE  NIGHT  THE   MORN 
ING  DAWNETH  . 

WRITTEN  TO  Miss  A.  B.  . 
FROM  A  SPIRIT  FRIEND 

SONG 

To  A  STRANGER 
WRITTEN  TO  A  FRIEND     . 
SPRING  .    • 


PAGE 

X 

PAGE 

.         9 

HYMN         

.    32 

17 

To  ONE  IN  SORROW  . 

33 

.     18 

KNOW  THYSELF 

.    34 

19 

FEAR  NOT     ..... 

35 

.    21 

ANGEL  VOICES 

.    36 

23 

TEARS    

37 

.    24 

THE  FUTURE    .... 

.    39 

25 

THE  BOOK  OF  LIFE   . 

41 

•    21 

HYMN        

.    43 

29' 

PASSING  AWAY  .... 

45 

.    30 

THE  NEW  BIRTH    . 

.    46 

31 

PART 

II. 

PAGE 

PAGE 

49 

MAY       

62 

.     53 

HOPE         

.    63 

I- 

DISAPPOINTMENT 

64 

.    55 

To  A  LOVED  ONE  . 

.    65 

57 

WRITTEN  IN  A  FRIEND'S  ALBUM    65 

.    57 

THE  HUNTER'S  SONG 

66 

58 

THE  COMING  VICTORY  . 

.    67 

.     59 

SONG      

69 

60 

ALL  NATURE  PRAISES  GOD 

.    71 

.    61 

PART    I 


A    DKEAM. 

I  dreamed  that  I  to  heaven  went, 

And,  being  on  an  errand  bent, 

I  hastened  on,  intent  to  find 

An  answer  to  the  question  in  ray  mind,— 

'  Twas  this:    Do  angels  here  employment  find 

For  the  body  or  for  the  mind? 

As  I  stood  gazing  round  about, 

I  saw  a  multitude,  and  heard  a  shout 

Come  from  a  vast,  a  mighty  throng. 

This  was  the  burden  of  their  song 

(They  were  singing  hymns  of  praise 

To  Him  who  hath  no  end  of  days): 

"Glory  be  to  God  who  sits  on  high! 

Who  unto  us  is  ever  nigh; 


10  A    DREAM. 

For  he  did  send  to  us  his  own  dear  Son, 

Through  whose  sufferings  we  have  won, 

And  he  saved  us  by  his  blood 

As  he  did  Noah  from  the  flood." 

And  as  I  listened,  tho'  unseen, 

I  saw,  far  off  upon  a  green, 

What  seemed  to  me  another  race. 

So  opposite  were  they  in  form  and  face; 

So  cheerful  they,  and  happy  too, 

Not  scared  by  any  bugaboo; 

Not  singing  long  and  doleful  tune, 

But  gay  as  any  bird  in  June; 

Bright,  too,  as  are  the  flowers  in  May. 

Thinks  I,  that's  the  very  place  to  stay, 

Where  I  can  merry  be,  and  gay; 

Yes,  that  I  know  will  pay. 

But  first  I  thought  I  would  inquire 

And  know  to  what  I  did  aspire,— 


A    DREAM.  11 

Whether  this  people  were  as  they  did  seem, 

Of  heavenly  mind,  sweet  arid  serene. 

But,  to  return  to  my  first  question, 

Without  waiting  for  dictation, 

In  front  of  that  vast,  that  mighty  throng, 

Who  now  had  finished  up  their  song, 

Sat  one  upon  a  great  white  throne, 

Exalted  high,  tho'  not  alone, 

Who  now  was  giving  loud  command 

To  one  who  sat  at  his  right  hand. 

"Watch  well,"  said  he,  "these  people  now  at  leisure, 

Lest  they  seek  their  own,  not  my,  good  pleasure; 

For  they  upon  your  merits  come, 

Relying  not  on  any  good  which  they  have  done, 

But  solely  your  great  merits  claim. 

This  sentiment  I  do  disdain, 

Knowing  well  man  will  take  credit 

For  all  in  him  that  seems  a  merit; 


12  A    DREAM. 

And,  while  they  hope  to  always  rest, 

They'll  find  that  work  for  them  is  best, — 

Work  for  the  body  as  well  as  the  mind; 

Doing  good  to  all  mankind, 

In  the  heavens  above,  and  on  the  earth,— 

Everywhere  that  man  hath  birth. 

So  watch  them  well,  as  I  have  said, 

For  they  still  think  their  sins  on  you  are  laid, 

Which  they  will  find  a  great  mistake 

After  a  few  changes  they  shall  make,— 

After  they  shall  have  gone  up  higher, 

And  for  all  good  they  do  aspire. 

But  cycles  of  ages  shall  run  on 

Ere  their  debts  are  canceled  one  by  one, 

Ere  they  to  heavenly  bliss  attain, 

Ere  they  are  freed  from  earthly  stain; 

Then  true  happiness  they  will  find 

In  lifting  up,  not  casting  down,  their  kind. 


A    DREAM.  13 

While  to  these  people  you  attend 

I'll  seek  those  who  always  were  my  friend. 

They  never  in  their  heart  have  said, 

'God  owes  us  debts  he  ne'er  has  paid; 

Our  way  hedged  up  and  pent 

With  bars  o'er  which  we  could  not  leap, 

Left  us  our  way  to  wend  o'er  mountain  steep 

With  no  kind  hand  to  lead  or  guide 

Or  help  us  up  the  mountain  side.' 

Oh  no;    they  say,  'He's  been  our  friend 

And  ever  will  be  to  the  end; 

And  Him  we  will  adore, 

Throughout  all  time  and  evermore. 

Although  by  man  condemned 

To  endless  tortures  with  the  damned, 

We'll  ever  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 

And  to  our  God  will  give  the  praise, 

Until  we  meet  him  far  above, 


14  A    DREAM. 

Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love.' 

I  love  them  well,  these  people  true; 

They  loyal  are  to  me, — 'true  blue',— 

And  they  no  watching  need; 

Are  not  puffed  up;    not  filled  with  greed. 

They  their  fellow  men  did  love,— 

Were  kind  and  gentle  like  a  dove; 

And,  tho'  to  heaven  they  did  aspire, 

Did  not  consign  their  brother  to  hell-fire. 

This  myth  they  never  did  receive, 

Because  they  neither  could  nor  would  believe 

That  God  who  made  the  world  so  fair 

Would  send  men's  souls  to  dark  despair. 

Now  I  let  them  play  upon  the  green, 

Surrounded  by  all  things  pleasant  to  be  seen; 

By  flowers  sweet,  and  rich,  and  rare, 

Which  they  do  often  cull  with  care, 

And  carry  down  to  earth,  or  send 


A   DREAM.  15 

With  messages  of  love  to  friend. 
They  dwell  in  mansions  bright  and  fair, 
No  longer  cumbered  with  earthly  care; 
Their  souls  together  sweetly  blend, 
While  all  their  aspirations  higher  tend. 
And  they  still  seek  the  good  of  all, 
Both  high  and  low,  both  great  and  small: 
This  is  the  secret  of  their  great  content, 
Which  naught  will  ever  here  prevent." 
Then,  turning  'round  to  me,  He  said : 
"Tho'  their  debts  are  not  yet  fully  paid, 
They'll  always  find  some  sweet  employment; 
And,  if  you  like,  can  now  make  comment." 
To  this  no  answer  I  could  make, 
Feeling  that  I  had  much  at  stake; 
So,  musing  awhile  before  I  spoke, 
I  made  an  effort,  and  then  awoke. 


16  A   DREAM. 

This  is  the  moral  I  would  teach : 

Practice  well  before  you  preach; 

Be  not  righteous  in  your  own  conceit, 

Lest  you  find  your  heart  full  of  deceit. 

Depend  not  on  another's  merit; 

Be  pure  in  heart,  and  thus  find  credit. 

While  to  heaven  you  desire  to  go, 

Send  not  your  brother  to  eternal  woe. 

Remember,  God  is  good  to  all, 

Whether  they  be  great  or  small. 

When  from  his  hand  you  do  receive 

Good  gifts,  on  him  believe. 

And  while  the  paths  of  life  you  tread, 

Forget  not  that  the  so-called  dead 

Are  still  alive  and  journeying  on, 

And  you  shall  meet  them  one  by  one 

In  that  bright  world  above, 

Where  all  is  harmony  and  love. 


A    HYMN.  17 


A    HYMN. 

There  is  a  land,  far,  far  above 

This  earthly  land  of  ours, 
Filled  with  immortal  love  divine, 

Where  ever  bloom  the  flowers; 
Where  envy,  discord  or  distrust 

Can  never  fill  the  breast, 
For  God,  the  Father,  then  will  give 

To  his  beloved,  rest. 

Refreshing  showers  shall  descend 

Upon  the  buds  and  flowers, 
And  fragrance  ever  fill  the  air, 

Fresh  from  the  heavenly  bowers, 
While  incense  from  the  throne  of  God 

Shall  rob  the  heart  of  care, — 
Shall  give  the  tired  spirit  rest 

And  free  from  every  snare. 


18  PKAYER. 

Waft  the  heavenly  breezes  o'er  me 

Till  my  tired  spirit  rests 
Where  earthly  cares  cannot  oppress  me 

And  the  weary  find  their  rest;— 
Where  the  angels  stand  awaiting, 

The  new  born  spirit  to  receive;— 
Where  earthly  sorrow  then  shall 

Nevermore  disturb  or  grieve. 


PRAYEE. 

I  know  not  where  to  lav  mv  aching  head. 

«.  */ 

Where  shall  I  lay  the  weary  burden  down? 

How  'scape  the  chastening  rod? 

Help  me  to  shun  the  paths  of  sin, 

That  tempt  my  still  unwary  feet. 

Help  me  the  immortal  goal  to  win, 

And  may  I  henceforth  enter  in 

To  heavenly  rest,  and  be  forever  blest. 


DESTINY.  19 


DESTINY. 

Thy  way's  maped  out,  and  in  it  thou  must  go, 
Whether  it  leads  to  summer  flowers  or  winter  snow ; 
So  thou  must  patient  be,  whatever  may  betide, 
As  down  the  tide  of  life  you  slowly  glide. 
What  tho'  thy  bed's  not  made  of  eider  down, 

Is  that   good   reason  why   thy   brow  should   wear  a 
frown, 

And   though    shouldst  don  the  sable  robe  of  discon 
tent? 

Then  upward  look  and  find  that  sweet  content,— 
That  balm  to  weary  souls,  God's  grace  and  love. 
Be  wise,  be  mild,  be  gentle  like  a  dove; 
Then  shall  thy  life  be  peaceful  as  of  yore, 
And  thou  shalt  learn  forthee's  laid  up  in  store 
A  goodly  heritage, — a  mine  of  wealth;  yea,  more: 
An  eternity  of  blissful  peace  and  joy, 
Which  naught  can  evermore  disturb  or  cloy. 


20  DESTINY. 

And  now  good  bye  until  I  again  can  greet  thee; 
At  some  convenient  season  I  will  meet  thee. 

You  very  soon  shall  find 
Peace  and  comfort  to  your  mind; 
Then  upward  look,  and  be  content 
To  know  thy  souls  no  longer  rent 
"With  discord  or  inharmony. 


A   CALL   TO   MISSIONARY    WORK.  21 


A  CALL  TO  MISSIONAKY  WORK. 

Among  the  countless  millions  there's  but  a  chosen 
few 

To  do  the  Master's  bidding  and  his  work  again  renew. 

Then  rise  up   in   your  manhood,  and   spread   God's 
banner  high; 

Shake  out  its  folds  of  beauty  against  the  broad  blue 
sky; 

For  on  it  now  is  written,  in  characters  of  gold, 
The  oft-repeated  motto,  which  never  can  grow  old, 

"With  no  malice  toward  the  erring,  and  with  char 
ity  for  all," 

I  will  answer  to  the  cry  of  my  children  when  they 
call. 

Then   help   to   raise   thy   brother,  and   his   stubborn 
will  subdue, 

By  telling  him  the  story,  which  he  will  find  is  true. 
Tell  him  that  God,  the  Father,  doeth  all  things  well, 
Tlio'  ofttimes  in  the  heart  he  seemeth  not  to  dwell, 


22  A   CALL   TO   MISSIONARY    WORK. 


But   so    high   above    his   creatures,    in    the    heavens 
above, 

That  he  cannot  stoop  to  bless  them  with  his  presence 
or  his  love. 

Oh!  how  we  often  err — we  creatures  of  an  hour — 

In  doubting   God's   great  love,  his  wisdom  and  his 
power. 

Oh!    raise  the   banner   high;    soon  the  victory  will 
be  won, 

And  man  shall  be  subdued  and  conquered  one  by 
one. 

As  the  hosts  are  marshalled  up,  their  armor  they'll 
lie  down ; 

And  even  as  the  cross  they  bore,  so  great  shall  be 
their  crown. 


Then  soar  to  loftier  heights; 
Uplift  on  eagle's  wing; 
Ascend  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 
And  to  the  breeze  his  banner  fling. 


FROM   MY   GUARDIAN    SPIRIT.  23 


FROM    MY    GUARDIAN    SPIRIT. 

When  first  I  returned  to  this  earth, 

A  mission  to  me  was  given ; 
'Twas  this:    To  lend  my  aid  to  you 

In  making  your  way  to  Heaven. 
Perhaps  you  find  it  a  thorny  road 

In  which  you  have  to  travel, 
But  if  you  keep  on,  and  never  look  back, 

The  mystery  you'll  unravel. 

The  way  may  seem  both  gloomy  and  dark, 

And  long  may  seem  the  journey. 
If  you  could  only  rend  the  veil 

Your  face  would  look  less  gloomy;— 
Your  eyes  would  sparkle  with  delight, 

Your  heart  be  filled  with  bliss; — 
Your  face  with  radiant  light  would  shine, 

And  naught  disturb  your  happiness. 


24  LOOK  WITHIN. 

LOOK    WITHIN. 

All  nature  wears  her  brightest  hues. 

The  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 

All  speak  the  great  Creator,  God, 

To  be  forever  nigh. 

The  moon  looks  down  with  kindly  face, 

And  sees  poor  mortals  strive; 

The  sun  looks,  too,  upon  the  scene,— 

Sees  erring  mortals  fail  to  give 

Each  other  credit  due. 

Ah!    short  of  sight;  yea,  blind,— 

Ye  mortals  filled  with  sin. 

Why  seek  ye  not  the  narrow  path, 

Nor  the  immortal  goal  to  win, 

Ere  the  heart  grows  hard. and  callous  too 

By  slighting  conscience'  call? 

Oh!    turn,  poor  erring  mortal,  turn, 

While  yet  the  Master  calls, 

Before  it  be  too  late. 


RESIGNATION.  25 


EESIGNATION. 

It  was  a  fearful  night,  and  all  around  looked  dark. 

The  waves  dashed  high  against  my  small,  frail  bark. 

Oh!    how  I  prayed,  that  weary  night, 

For  strength,  for  wisdom,  and  for  might 

To  do  the  work  that  God  would  have  me  do. 

No  answer  came  unto  my  prayer, 

Until  I  gave  up  all  that  1  held  dear,— 

Friends,  kindred,  home,  and  seeming  honor  too. 

Then  came  peace  and  joy  into  my  troubled  soul ; 

My  weary  heart  at  last  found  rest; 

My  way  was  then  made  clear  and  plain  to  me, 

And  in  it  I  did  walk,  until  my  tired  feet 

"Were  borne  aloft,  far  up  above  this  life, 

Where  I  do  rest  from  toil  and  strife. 

Then  let  this  be  to  you  a  beacon  star,  - 

To  guide  you  onward  o'er  lifes  ebbing  tide, 


26  RESIGNATION. 

Where  you  shall  at  the  Master's  feet 
Find  rest,  and  all  the  loved  ones  greet;— 
Where  parting  shall  be  never  known; — 
Where  God  shall  know  and  claim  his  own. 

Look  up,  poor  fainting  soul! 

No  longer,  then,  repine; 
For  earthly  cares  shall  not  disturb 

The  peace  that  shall  be  thine. 

Thy  future  shall  be  brighter  far 
Than  earthly  scenes  can  be, 

For  in  the  heavens  God  will  show 
His  great  love  unto  thee. 


EARTH'S  SORROWING  ONES.  27 


EAKTH'S    SORROWING    ONES. 

Think  you  their  souls,  tilled  with  despair, 

Shall  ache  throughout  eternity? 

As  age  on  age  rolls  on,  shall  ceaseless  pain  be  theirs? 

Will  God  forget — will  he  disdain  the  cry 

Of  his  erring  children  when  they  call  for  help? 

Ah!    no;   but  he'll  forgive  their  comings  short,— 

Their  sins  which  men  remember  still, 

And  count  them  o'er  and  o'er  so  many  times, 

'Till,  had  they  their  way,  they'd  pile  up  high, 

Like  mountains  reaching  to  the  sky, 

Vast  as  oceans,  rolling  on  in  ceaseless  tide, 

From  shore  to  shore  expanding  wide. 

Well  hath  the  poet  said,  in  verse, 

"Man's  inhumanity  to  man 

Makes  countless  thousands  mourn." 

So  will  it  ever  be  'till  man  his  duty  learns 


28  EARTH'S  SORROWING  ONES. 

Unto   his   brother.      Then   shall   he  know   as   he   is 
known, 

And  each  his  brother  love  as  he  himself  is  loved; 
The  lion  with  the  lamb  lie  down  ;    and 

Man,  set  free  from  sin  and  mortal  strife, 
Shall  find  his  name  writ  in  the  Book  of  Life; 
Then,  upward  rising,  rising  higher, 
Shall  reach  the  mountain  top  of  his  desire. 


PRAYER   UNDER  AFFLICTION.  29 


PRAYER    UNDER   AFFLICTION 

My  prayer  is  unto  tliee  this  day; 
My  thoughts  do  turn  from  earth  away; 
My  weary  soul  would  fain  find  rest, 
But  thou,  O  God!  knoweth  what  is  best. 
Yes,  I  would  in  thy  wisdom  trust ; 
No  longer  for  earth's  comforts  lust, 
But  give  up  all,  and  hope  to  find 
Ease  to  my  dark  and  troubled  mind. 
Should st  thou  still  see  my  need, 
And  find  it  best  my  heart  to  bleed, 
Be  this  my  prayer  and  this  my  plea: 
O  God  !    be  still  a  shield  to  me. 

AVhy  is  the  soul  so  burdened  with  care 
While  here  on  earth  we  stay  ? 
Why  filled  with  dark  dispair 


30  .  INVOCATION. 

While  passing  thro'  this  wilderness? 
Lift  thy  fainting  spirit  up, 
And  find  a  balm,  a  sure  relief, 
In  every  bitter  cup. 


INVOCATION. 

Forgive,  O  Lord!    the  sins  of  each  and  every  day 

While  here  on  earth  I  stay. 
Be  near  to  me  through  every  hour, 

And  show  to  me  thine  own  great  power. 
When  thou  dost  see  that  I  am  weak, 

Make  me  lowly,  contrite,  meek; 
And  when  the  cares  of  life  are  past, 

Receive  me  to  thyself  at  last. 
To  thy  name  shall  then  be  given 

All  the  praise  in  eartli  and  heaven. 


ANGEL   WHISPERS. 


ANGEL    WHISPERS. 

Come  to  me,  thou  bright,  wing'd  angels, 
Bringing  light  and  sunshine  near; 

I  am  lonely  and  forsaken, 

For  no  loved  one  now  is  near. 

I  see  a  storm  cloud  in  the  distance. 

It  fills  my  soul  with  dread  affright. 
See !  oh,  see !  the  storm  approaches, 

And  no  loved  one  is  in  sight. 

Hark!  I  hear  a  voice  now  saying, 
"Fear  not;  I  am  ever  near — 

Near,  to  comfort  and  sustain  thee; 
Why  shouldst  thou,  then,  longer  fear. 

"Come  to  me,  thou  loved  and  cherished; 

Soon  life's  battles  will  be  o'er; 
Soon  you'll  view  those  scenes  celestial 

On  the  bright,   'the  shining  shore.'' 


32  HYMN. 


HYMN. 

"Oh!  for  a  thousand  tongues"  to  tell  the  wonders  I 
have  seen: 

The  matchless  wisdom  and  the  grace  of  our  eternal 
King. 

His  wondrous  power  is  ever  seen,  on  earth  and   in 
the  sky. 

His  goodness   and   his   love  we'll    sing,  and   never, 
never  die. 

There  is  no  death.     The  soul  of  man  will  ever  jour 
ney  on 

In  happiness  and  joy,  till   freed  from  all  its  weary 
strife; 

And  as  the  soul  is  freed  from  sin  and  all  its  dark 
ness  blight, 

Fresh  joys   shall  open   to   its   sight,  and  day   shall 
banish  night. 


TO    ONE    IN    SORROW.  33 


TO    ONE    IN    SORROW. 

O  sorrowful  soul !    O  weary  heart ! 
Stung  by  many  a  poisoned  dart, 
Lift  thy  sad,  sad  eyes  to  heaven, 
And  unto  you  shall  then  be  given 
A  rich  reward, — a  treasure  rare, 
Of  brightest  gems  beyond  compare. 
Then  shall  open  to  your  sight 
Visions  pure  and  fair  and  bright, 
Which  shall  be  ever  new  to  you. 
Flowers  whose  fragrance  shall  endure, 

«• 

Fountains  of  living  water  pure, 
Streams,  and  lakes,  and  mountains  high, 
Reaching  far  above  the  sky ; 
The  sun,  the  moon,  and  planets  too, 
As  they  their  destined  course  pursue, — 


34  KNOW   THYSELF. 

You  shall  behold  with  rapturous  gaze. 
And  while  your  soul  is  all  ablaze 
With  joy  supreme,  and  pure  delight, 
Eternal  day  shall  banish  all  the  weary  night. 


KNOW     THYSELF. 

Wouldst  thou  from  sin  be  free? 

Then  upward  look,  and  see 

The  heavens  parted  like  a  scroll, 

Revealing  unto  thee  thy  naked  soul, 

Stripped  of  its  tinseled  covering, 

Of  all  outside  adorning; 

Naked  before  thy  God, 

As  Adam  when  taken  from  the  sod. 

Pause,  then,  and  know  thyself, 

And  quickly  hie  to  remedy  thy  faults. 


FEAR    NOT.  35 


FEAR    NOT. 

Listen,  listen  !    I  can  hear 
Sweetest  music  in  the  air ; 

Silver  harps  with  strings  of  gold, 
Touched  by  angel  fingers  fair. 

And  the  echo,  soft  and  low, 
Still  is  lingering  in  my  ear ; 

As  it  floats  upon  the  air, 

Whispers  gently,  "Do  not  fear." 

Angel  voices  seem  to  utter 

Words  of  comfort,  words  of  cheer; 
And  the  anthem  loud  is  ringing, 

"Come  up  higher;    do  riot  fear. 

Fear  not,  tho'  thy  weary  footsteps 
Seem  to  falter  by  the  way; 

Soon  the  pearly  gates  will  open 
Leading  to  eternal  day. 


36  ANGEL   VOICES. 


ANGEL    VOICES. 

Yes,  I  hear  the  angels  singing 
In  the  heavenly  choirs  above; 

And  their  voices,  sweetly  blending, 
Tell  of  hope,  and  joy,  and  love. 

And  the  music  of  their  harp-strings 
Blend  together  in  sweet  accord; 

As  the  notes  are  rising  higher, 
No  discordant  sounds  are  heard. 

Would  that  mortals,  on  the  earth-plane, 
From  the  angel  world  would  learn 

To  be  loving,  true  and  tender,— 
Not  so  cold,  and  hard,  and  stern. 

Then  would  Earth  and  Heaven  meet, 
And  no  longer  should  we  see 

Envy,  hate  and  discord  rampant, 
But  all  would  dwell  in  unity. 


TEARS.  37 


TEAKS. 

There  are  tears,  salt  briny  tears, 

That  fail  to  bring  the  heart 

The  comfort  and  the  peace  of  mind 

That  God,  the  Father  desires  to  give 

Those  whom  he  calls  his  own; 

And  then,  again,  there's  tears 

That  cause  the  tender  heart  to  bleed, 

To  sorrow,  and  to  e'en  distrust 

The  goodness  of  God's  love : 

But  there  are  tears  that  cause  the  soul 

To  look  still  higher  up,  and  see 

God's  hand  in  even  tears, — 

That  fill  the"  soul  with  thankfulness, 

And  peace  in  after  years. 

May  God  bless  him  or  her  who  sees 

The  wisdom  and  omnipotence 


38  TEAKS. 

Of  Deity, — who,  seeing,  learns  to  kiss 

The  hand  which  chastens  with  the  rod, 

Not  of  his  wrath,  as  some  do  say, 

But  of  his  love,  his  mercy  too. 

Oh!    God,  the  Lord,  is  good, 

And  unto  him  shall  praise  be  given, 

Both  now  and  evermore,  amen. 

Let  the  heavens  echo  with  the  shout, 

As  angels  catch  the  glad  refrain, 

Until  the  vaulted  arches  ring 

With  one  triumphal  song. 

When  the  white  wing'd  angel  calleth  for  thee, 

Wilt  thou  be  ready,  with  nothing  to  fear? 

When  the  pale  boatman  roweth  thee  o'er 

The  cold,  silent  river,  the  river  of  death, 

Wilt  shrink,  or  gladly  respond  to  the  call, 

And  hail,  with  delight,  on  the  opposite  brink, 

The  friends  who  stand  waiting,  stand  ready  to  give 

The  kindest  of  greetings  on  the  "evergreen  shore"? 


THE   FUTURE.  39 


THE    FUTUKE. 

Must  I  lay  this  body  down, 

And  must  I  flee  away? 

Will  my  spirit,  looking,  looking  down 

On  this  poor  form  of  clay, 

Regret  its  loss,  or  e'er  repine, 

As  I  do  upward  soar? 

Will  earthly  joys  retard  my  flight? 

Ah!    no;    no,  never  more, 

For  I  have  long  desired  to  be 

With  loved  ones  gone  before, 

To  see  them  as  they  now  are  seen; 

To  take  their  hand  once  more, 

And  con  the  lessons  o'er  again 

We  learned  in  days  of  yore; 

To  read  again  the  story  of 

That  olden  time  once  more, 

And  see  it  in  a  golden  light 


40  THE   FUTURE. 

Not  seen  by  us  before. 
Ah !  yes ;  we  then  shall  know 
God's  plans  are  wisest,  best; 
That  if  we  put  our  trust  in  him, 
He'll  give  us  peace  and  rest. 


Sail  on,  and  ever  keep  in  view  the  light- 

Tis  even  now  in  sight. 

All  hail!    the  glorious  sun  appears, 

To  banish  night, 

And  cloudless  shines  eternal  day, 

That  ne'er  shall  end  in  night. 


THE    BOOK    OF   LIFE.  41 


THE    BOOK    OF    LIFE. 

There  are  minds,  empty  minds, 

That  they  never  will  be  filled, 

Until  they  reach  the  other  side  of  life, 

Where  they  will  find  a  page,  all  blank, 

To  fill  with  records  of  a  former  life. 

Woe  to  him  whose  pages  then  shall  teem, 

With  history  of  bad  deeds  done 

While  dwelling  on  the  earthly  plane. 

Well  for  him  if  his  name  be  writ 

In  God's  own  book,  The  Book  of  Life; 

Well  for  him  if  no  blot  be  found, 

Nothing  which  needs  to  be  erased, 

So  that  its  pages  shall  look  clean  and  white- 

Not  here  and  there  a  crooked  line 

To  straighten  out  or,  worse,  erase. 

Oh!    happy  soul!    to  whom  his  God  will  say 


42  THE    BOOK    OF    LIFE. 

"Well  done;    come  higher  up, 

And  drink  with  me  a  sweeter  cup — 

Of  nectar  pure,  of  wine,  fresh  from  the  lees; 

Eat,  too,  of  fruitage  from  the  trees; 

Pluck  from  the  ever-trailing  vine, 

And  eat  and  drink  new  wine 

'  Till  your  soul  shall  fill  with  happiness 

And  overflow  with  bliss, 

Your  bosom  thrill  with  purest  joy, 

While  with  the  loved  ones  you  employ 

The  hours  in  deeds  of  love, 

And  find  true  happiness  above." 


HYMN.  4:3 


HYMN. 

How  shall  we  in  the  judgment  stand? 

How  meet  thy  holy  face? 
We  who  have  sinned,  and  sinned  oft, 

Would  now  our  steps  retrace. 

We  fein  would  fly  where  oft  we've  longed 

To  find  our  welcome  rest — 
Where  naught  that  hinders  or  makes  afraid 

Can  stir  our  peaceful  breast — 

Where  sin  and  sorrow  never  come, 

To  cause  our  hearts  to  bleed, 
For  God,  the  Father,  them  will  bless, 

And  supply  our  every  need. 

Oh!    God,  the  Lord,  is  good  to  all 

Who  seek  to  do  his  will; 
And  he  will  nevermore  forsake, 

But  will  be  near  them  still. 


44  HYMN. 

In  darkest  hours  and  sorrows  sore 
His  love  will  cheer  them  still, 

And  never  shall  their  heartstrings  break 
While  they  his  will  fulfill. 


PASSING   AWAY.  4:5 


PASSING    AWAY. 

Harken,  harken!    I  can  hear 
Yoices  sweetly  chanting  clear; 
Heavenly  music  in  the  air, 
Luring  me  from  worldly  care. 
I  can  here  no  longer  stay, 
For  they  beckon  me  away 
To  my  heavenly  home  above, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love. 
I  must  hasten  to  be  gone, 
My  life's  work  is  nearly  done; 
Fare  thee  well,  my  dearest  friend, 
All  earthly  joys  are  at  an  end. 
Hark!    I  hear  the  angels  call; 
Farewell,  farewell — all. 


46  THE    NEW    BIRTH. 


THE    NEW    BIRTH. 

When  the  angelic  hosts,  advancing, 
Meet  a  spirit  freed  from  earth, 
Loudly  peal  the  bells  of  heaven 
O'er  the  new  immortal  birth. 

Angel  voices  join  the  chorus, 
"Come  up  higher!    Do  not  fear," 
While  the  vaulted  arch  of  heaven 
Rings  the  echo  loud  and  clear. 

"Come  up  higher!"  and  the  spirit, 
Responding  gladly  to  the  call, 
Upward  rising,  still  advancing, 
Meets  the  Lord,  the  God  of  all. 


PART    II. 


CHKISTMAS. 

Beautiful  day  that  God  to  us  has  given 
To  win  our  hearts  from  earth  to  heaven ! 
How  our  souls  do  swell  with  joy 
While  we  our  busy  hands  employ 
In  kindly  deeds  to  others  wrought 
As  the  poor  this  day  are  sought, 
And  we  supply  .their  many  needs, 
Their  hearts  make  glad  by  kindly  deeds, 
Their  wants  relieve,  their  sorrows  heal, 
And  thus  upon  their  hearts  do  seal 
The  impress  of  God's  tender  love. 
Akin  to  that  which  reigns  above, 
His  tender  hand  is  ever  laid 
On  all  the  creatures  he  has  made, 
However  lowly  be  their  lot, 
Whether  they  dwell  in  hut  or  cot, 


50  CHRISTMAS. 

God's  care  is  all  the  same; 

Nor  does  lie  e'er  the  lowly  blame. 

Methinks  I  hear  the  angelic  choir 

Swelling  the  anthem  loud  and  clear, 

"Glory  to  God  who  dwells  on  high, 

Who  unto  us  is  ever  nigh, 

For  he  to  us  has  freely  given 

A  passport  into  heaven. 

Not  through  the  death  of  his  dear  son, 

Not  thro'  his  sufferings  we  have  won, 

But  by  his  grace  and  love, 

By  good  deeds  done  beneath  above, 

While  dwelling  on  the  earthly  plane, 

Which  God  doth  not  disdain. 

His  grace  he  ever  will  bestow 

On  all  who  ask  who  seek  to  know 

His  own  good  gracious  will. 

He  will  be  ever  'round  them  still 

Who  for  others  live  and  not  for  self, 

Who  seek  not  earthly  goods  or  pelf. 


CHRISTMAS.  51 

Blessed,  thrice  blessed  he 
Who  loves  his  kind,  and  who  agree, 
Who  seek  some  good  to  do  to  all, 
Whether  they  be  great  or  small, 
Thereby  rising  higher  in  the  scale  of  life, 
'Till  they  do  reach  eternal  life, 
Where  ever  bloom  the  flowers  bright, 
Filling  the  soul  with  pure  delight; 
Where  trees  immortal,  ever  green, 
By  gladsome  spirits  shall  be  seen. 
Oh!    the  depths  of  the  Father's  love 
Is  kin  to  that  which  reigns  above. 
It  knows  no  change,  nor  can  it  die 
When  the  heart  is  touched  thereby ; 
When  the  lips  are  touched  by  holy  fire, 
Fresh  from  God's  altar,  then  angel  lyres 
Shall  strike  glad  notes  of  praise 
To  him  who  hath  no  end  of  days, 
And  man  shall  catch  the  glad  refrain. 
"There's  no  more  death  or  pain; 


52  CHRISTMAS. 

Nothing  shall  hurt  or  make  afraid 
In  all  my  holy  mount,"  'tis  said. 
Angel  voices,  too,  shall  swell  the  strain, 
"We  immortal  joys  have  gained." 
Earth  with  triumphant  shout  shall  sing, 
While  all  to  God  their  offerings  bring, 
And  lay  them  at  Jehovah's  feet, 
An  offering  fit,  and  pure,  and  mete. 


MY    BLOSSOM.  53 


MY    BLOSSOM. 

If  I  do  hold  within  my  hand 

A  blossom  sweet  and  rare, 
Shall  I  not  keep  it  near  my  heart, 

And  nurture  it  with  care? 

If  that  blossom  fail  to  yield 

To  me  a  rich  return 
For  all  the  care  bestowed  on  it, 

And  I  am  called  to  mourn; 

If  it  should  wither  in  my  grasp, 
Its  leaves  should  fade  away, 

And  I  could  gather  naught  but  thorns, 
All  else  should  then  decay, 

Must  I  sit  down  in  gloomy  doubt 

And  fail  to  try  again? 
Oh !    rather  let  me,  with  my  tears, 

Bring  back  its  life  again. 


54  MY    BLOSSOM. 

Should  my  tears  then  fail  to  bring 

My  blossom  back  to  me, 
Oh!    may  it  bloom  in  Heaven  above, 

Through  vast  eternity. 

Then  may  I  turn  where  never  fade 
The  sunset  or  the  flowers; 

Where  tender  plants  are  nurtured  still, 
Refreshed  by  balmy  showers; 

Where  angel  bands  do  ever  keep 

Their  watch-care  over  all, 
The  high,  the  low,  the  rich,  the  poor, 

Alike  the  great  and  small. 


AFTER    THE    NIGHT. 


AFTER  THE  NIGHT  THE  MORNING 
DAWNETH. 

Weary,  weary   is   the   day,  waiting   for  the   coming 
May; 

Sad  and  darksome  is  the  night,  for  my  heart  is  full 
of  blight; 

Slowly  roll  the  lagging  hours,  waiting  for  the  April 

showers. 

Cease,  oh  cease,  my  weary  heart,  in    worldly  cares 
to  take  a  part! 

Surely  there  must  come  some  rest,  but  thou,  O  God, 
knoweth  what  is  best. 

Trust  in  him,  O  troubled  soul,  you  will  surely  win 
the  goal ; 

You  will  in  the  future  find  God,  the  Father,  to  be 
kind ; 

That  which  now  to  you  looks  dark  you  will  find  a 
radiant  spark 

Of  light  divine,  of  purest  ray,  that  will  end  in  per 
fect  day. 

Then  look  up  and  be   content;    no  longer  droop  in 
discontent. 


56  AFTER   THE    NIGHT. 

Be  firm  in  duty;    some  good  deed  may  many  others 
lead. 

Onward,  upward,  thro'  earthly  strife,  unto  an  eternal 
life. 

Then  shall  new  beauties  be  revealed  that  shall  o'er 
your  spirit  steal, 

Unknown  to  you  before.      You  shall  learn  of  spirit 
lore, 

A  language  pure  and  undented  as  coineth  from  a  lit 
tle  child ; 

You   the   stars   shall   read  in  language   strange   and 
new; 

And  as  you  fly  through  ether  space,  and  you  your 
course  retrace, 

You   shall   take   up   this   glad   refrain:    My  life  was 
not,  not  all  in  vain. 

You've  drank  the  bitter  cup  of  life, 

E'en  to  its  bitter  dregs; 
And  unto  you  shall  now  be  given 

A  passport  into  heaven. 


FKOM    A    SPIRIT    FRIEND.  57 


WRITTEN 

TO  MY  ESTEEMED  FRIEND,  MISS  A.  B. 
DURING  A  SEVERE  ILLNESS. 


Why  sliouldst  thou  fear  to  cross  the  river? 
'Tis  but  a  narrow  stream,  and  on  the 
Other  side  are  pleasures  evermore. 
Then  let  thy  frail  bark  glide  gently  o'er, 
And  find  thy  secret  longings  gratified; 
Nay,  more — find  friends  and  happiness 
Beyond  the  ken  of  mortal  mind. 
Earth  has  not  brought  contentment; 
Pass  over,  then,  and  reach  the  goal  immortal. 


FKOM    A    SPIRIT    FRIEND. 

Who  is  ever  about  to  lead  and  guide 

If  thou  wouldst  only  heed. 

Shut  not  up  thy  soul  against  the  truth. 

Close  not  the  portals  when  angels  seek  to  enter. 


58  SONG. 


SONG. 

I'll  come  to  thee  in  the  morning,  love, 

I'll  come  to  thee  at  night; 
I'll  come  to  the  whenever,  love, 

Thou  deemest  best  and  right. 

And  we  will  happy  be,  love, 

As  in  the  olden  time; 
And  we  will  of  the  past  speak, 

In  good  old-fashioned  rhyme. 

We'll  banish  all  the  past,  love, 

That  brings  to  us  a  sigh; 
We'll  only  at  the  bright  side  look, 

And  never  say  good  bye. 


TO    A    STRANGER. 


TO    A    STKANGER. 

ON  BEING  ASKED  TO  WRITE  IN  HER  ALBUM. 

You  asked  me  to  write  in  your  album — 

The  reason  I  cannot  tell. 

Shall  it  be  prose  or  poem, 

Or  will  either  suit  you  well? 

'As  I  am  rather  more  prosy 

Than  given  to  making  rhymes, 

Will  bid  you  a  pleasant  good  morning, 

Wishing  you  merrier,  happier  times. 


TO    THE    SAME. 

Should  your  eye  e'er  rest  on  these  few  lines, 
Turn  not  to  other  pages,  seeking 
From  friendships  urn  to  draw  sweet  consolation, 
But  give  to  me  a  passing  thought — if  only  one, 


60  WRITTEN   TO   A   FRIEND. 

And  with  it  add  a  blessing. 
As  you  do  give  so  may  you  receive, 
Until  life's  cup  shall  fill  and  overflow 
With  purest  joy  and  happiness  combined. 


WRITTEN    TO    A    FRIEND. 

Think  of  me  when  the  sun  is  shining, 

Bathing  the  earth  in  light; 
Think  of  me  when  the  stars  are  gleaming 

Pure  and  bright; 
Think  of  me  when  the  flowers  are  blooming 

Sweet  and  gay; 
Think  of  me  both  now  and  ever, 

Think  of  me  alway. 


SPRING.  61 


SPKING. 

Spring  time  is  coming,  coming,  coming, 
And  our  hearts  are  full  of  glee 

As  the  music  of  the  birdling 
Floats  upon  the  summer  breeze; 

And  the  beauty  of  the  flowers 

Tell  us  God  is  ever  nigh — 
Speak  to  us  of  heavenly  beauty 

As  their  fragrance  fills  the  air. 

Shrub  and  flower,  plant  and  tree, 
All  in  beauteous  harmony, 

Speak  the  power  of  God  eternal- 
Speak  to  us  of  Deity — 

Tell  us  God  is  good  to  all — 
Tell  us  he  is  love  and  truth — 

Tell  us  to  be  like  unto  him, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  unity. 


62  MAY. 


MAY. 

O  fairy,  fairy,  fairy  day! 
Welcome,  welcome  first  of  May, 
Time  of  lovely  buds  and  flowers, 
Sweetest  month  in  fairy  bowers. 
We  would  hail  the  Queen  of  days — 
Crown  thee  with  devinest  rays. 
Would  thy  days  did  number  more; 
Would  we  could  forever  store, 
Ever,  ever,  evermore, 
All  the  sweets  in  days  of  yore, 
And  to  thee  the  offering  bring, 
Sweetest,  sweetest  month  of  spring. 


HOPE.  63 


HOPE. 

Oli!    the  beautiful,  beautiful,  balmy  air 
Seems  to  rob  my  heart  of  care; 
The  beautiful  sun,  the  beautiful  trees, 
As  they  put  forth  their  bright  green  leaves, 
Fill  my  radiant  soul  with  light, 
Banishing  all  the  weary  night. 
As  I  lift  up  my  eyes  to  heaven, 
New  aspirations  to  me  are  given ; 
I  take  up  anew  the  burden  of  life, 
Again  go  out  where  sin  and  strife 
Can  no  more  cause  my  heart  to  bleed. 
As  I  look  to  God  to  supply  my  need, 
Looking  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
Hoping  that  in  the  coming  years 
Somewhere  God  will  dry  my  tears 


64  DISAPPOINTMENT. 

And  make  the  trials  so  hard  to  endure 
To  form  a  crown  of  jewels  pure 
That  shall  encircle  my  weary  head 
When  I  am  numbered  with  the  dead. 


DISAPPOINTMENT. 

Whither  away,  whither  away,  my  fair  young  maid? 
Art  looking  for  lilies  or  roses  under  the  shade? 
The  flowers  are  blooming  all  sweet  and  gay 
In  this  the  beautiful  month  of  May; 
Dost  seek  for  thy  lover,  my  sweet  young  maid, 
Walking  up  and  down  thro'  the  flowery  glade? 
'Tis  useless  to  seek  him.     He  has  left  thee  for  good ; 
Left  thee  because  thou  wert  misunderstood. 
Many  more  have  done  the  same  thing,  fair  girl, 
In  hunting  the  diamond  overlooked  the  fair  pearl. 


WRITTEN    IN   A   FRIEND5  S    ALBUM.  65 


TO    A    LOYED    ONE. 

Oh,  how  I  loved  thy  raven  hair! 
Thy  bright  black  eyes,  thy  form  so  fair! 
Thy  graceful  step,  thy  modest  mien: 
Thou  seemest  covered  with  silver  sheen. 
Little  thought  we  then  so  soon  to  part, 
One  to  be  left  with  broken  heart; 
But  that  which  seemed  to  us,  my  dear, 
So  cruel  and  so  hard  to  bear 
"Was  needed  by  us  both,  my  love, 
To  fit  us  for  our  home  above. 


WKITTEN    IN    A    FKIEND'S    ALBUM. 

Let  this  to  you  a  token  be  of  friendship  true, 

Although  in  words  unspoken; 
And  may  the  links  in  memory's  chain 

For  us  remain  unbroken. 


66  THE  HUNTER'S  SON*.. 


THE    HUNTER'S    SONG. 

I  come,  I  come  from  my  forest  home, 

Among  the  tall  oak  trees, 
Where  the  foliage  green  is  ever  seen, 

Stirred  by  the  morning  breeze. 

My  haunts  are  far  from  the  ken  of  man, 

My  footsteps  light  and  free 
As  I  spring  across  the  rocky  cliffs 

Jutting  far  over  the  sea. 

Oh!    my  life  it  is  a  merry  one, 
As  I  hunt  the  bounding  stag, 

As  I  roam  the  forest  in  search  of  game, 
Springing  from  craig  to  craig. 

Ah!    who  would  barter  his  freedom  away, 

Who  would  give  in  exchange 
His  forest  home,  his  freedom  from  care, 

For  a  cottage  or  a  grange. 


THE    COMING    VICTORY.  67 


THE    COMING    VICTORY. 

E'en  now  I  hear  a  shout 
Come  up  on  every  hand: 
"Alcohol  must  be  banished 
From  this  our  own  loved  land!" 

All  around  are  rising, 
And  to  the  rescue  come; 
Our  valiant  sons  and  brothers, 
Who  say:    "It  shall  be  done. 

The  demon  shall  be  vanquished, 
For  we  put  our  .trust  in  God, 
And  he  will  surely  save  us, 
Tho'  chastened  by  his  rod." 

What  is  the,  sound  I  hear? 
"No  license!"  is  the  cry. 
"We'll  fight  the  monster  Alcohol, 
And  conquer  tho'  we  die. 


68  THE    COMING   VICTORY. 

We  will  poll  our  votes, 
While  our  sisters  cheer  us  on; 
We'll  save  our  fellow  brother 
From  the  dread  effects  of  rum." 

1  hear  it  in  the  distance; 
It  now  is  nearer  come; 
Higher  yet  the  shout  goes  up, 
And  down  will  go  the  rum. 

The  battle's  nearly  over, 
The  victory '11  soon  be  won; 
We'll  shout  aloud,  Hosannah! 
Hallelujah!    we  have  won. 


SONG. 


SONG. 

I  love  to  hunt  the  bounding  stag; 

I  love  to  hunt  the  deer ; 
I  love  to  cross  the  pearly  streams, 

So  rippling  and  so  clear. 

I  love  to  roam  the  forest  through, 
And  through  the  woods  so  wild ; 

I  love  to  turn  my  thoughts  away 
From  this  sad  world  awhile. 

I  love  to  hear  the  whisper  of 
Sweet  music  'mong  the  pines; 

I  love  to  feel  that  God  is  near 
In  every  whistling  wind. 

I  love  to  hear  the  rain-drops  fall; 

To  see  the  lightings  flash; 
I  love  to  see  the  dark  clouds  meet, 

And  hear  the  thunder  crash. 


70  SONG. 

Oh!    yes;    I  love  the  flowers  too, 
So  sweet,  and  yet  so  mild; 

I  love  the  birds  and  their  sweet  notes, 
They  cheer  my  heart  the  while. 

I've  wandered  over  all  the  earth, 
And  seen  its  cheats  and  wile; 

I've  sailed  o'er  the  ocean  wide 
Full  many  a  weary  mile. 

Yes,  I  have  wandered  up  and  down 
Throughout  this  weary  world, 

But  I  have  found  no  diamond, 
Or  any  goodly  pearl. 


ALL    NATURE    PRAISES    GOD.  71 


ALL    NATURE    PRAISES    GOD. 

When  the  summer  showers  fall  upon  the  earth, 
And  the  tiny  dew-drop  gives  the  flowers  birth, 
Then  our  Heavenly  Father  fills  our  hearts  with  mirth, 
Sends  his  choicest  blessings  over  all  the  earth. 
The  tiny  little  violet  opens  her  eyes  of  blue 
When  the  sun  is  shining,  sips  the  morning  dew 
As  she  so  modestly  lifts  her  little  head, 
Peeping  out  from  under  her  mossy-covered  bed. 
And  the  little  birdling  sings  his  happy  song, 
As  he  flits  from  bough  to  bough  in  the  summer  morn, 
Chirping  so  merrily  all  the  live-long  day, 
Giving  all  the  praise  to  God  in  his  merry  lay. 
The  tall  and  mighty  oak  from  the  acorn  springing, 
With  the  tender  ivy  round  its  branches  clinging, 
Proudly  waves  its  branches  before  the  swaying  wind, 
Seeming  to  boast  itself  the  noblest  of  its  kind. 
Pearly  stream,  and  brooklet  running  swiftly  by, 


72  ALD   NATURE    PRAISES    GOD. 

Falls  into  the  ocean  without  e'en  a  sigh, 
As  the  sea  engulfs  them  in  its  stormy  breast, 
Mingling  with  the  waters  beneath  its  snowy  crest. 
All  nature  praises  God;    the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
All  speak  the  great  Creator  to  be  forever  nigh. 

Then  why  should  man,  his  noblest   work,  not  give 
him  all  the  praise — 

Not    mourning   go,   and    sorrowing,  throughout    his 
length  of  days. 


THE    END. 


